when love goes

What happens when love suddenly dries up… all the juices evaporate and not a single drop to fuel what’s left of desperation, the need to salvage what once stood so stoic, so tall, so confident like a Redwood or a sunflower during summertime. To water it, to feed it with the substance that once nurtured it seems so futile and so far from our grasp to revitalize any part of it that we are left to see its very flesh taken away piece by piece, pound for pound until we are left with grams of nothingness… do we dare let love leave in a residual trail of vapors until to hopelessness found?

what piece is left if
any… love, broken down,
apart from air where I am
almost extinguished as this
fire and hope which once
consumed me with the passion
that rivals the Aztec sun;
to sacrifice the heart of me,
I bleed what aspect may return
you to me, restore what life
we may have in the days of
rain cuddled under umbrellas,
embraced by the storm. what
crimes diminished us today, what
lies, what meaningless words
have we tortured each other
that we collapse so easily,
so depleted, so lifeless…

© mr gahon 8/5/14


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: